Afraid to frighten Chloe, he covered her eyes and carried her back into the car.
Only then did I notice his shirt collar was undone, three buttons open, and the shimmer of lipstick on his mouth.
It was obvious what he and Chloe had been doing inside.
Accusing me of betrayal, while indulging in his own.
After sending Daniel to the hospital, I collapsed into a chair, utterly exhausted.
My phone rang again and again, like a death knell.
Answering it, I headed to New York, rehearsing countermeasures along the way.
The moment I landed, Andrew greeted me with a vicious slap across the face.
“You bitch! I told you to give that project to Chloe. If you didn’t want to, you could’ve said so! Instead you sabotaged her. Now the project’s failed, Chloe might go to jail—is this what you wanted?”
“I, Rachel Moore, will never admit to something I didn’t do!”
But no matter how I investigated, the loophole was always at the stage Chloe had handled.
She swore I was the culprit, and Andrew believed her without question, even bribing board members to testify against me.
Within days, I was dismissed in disgrace.
But Andrew had no idea—I already held all the evidence.
Neither Chloe nor Andrew would escape.